After everyone solved their doubts, the little monk waiting outside the house seemed to feel something, pushed the door directly, and began to send off guests.

But the people who are high are more or less a little eccentric, and when they see that the other party begins to send off guests, it is inconvenient for several people to stay any longer.

A few people were about to leave, but Wang Quanquan took out a delicate wooden box from his bosom and put it in front of the old monk.

"This is a little bit of the younger generation's heart, and I hope the master will not dislike it."

This was specially selected from the palace treasury before Wang Quanquan left Beijing, thinking that if he met a true immortal who could help moon cakes, he would have a thank you gift.

The kind-eyed old monk didn't open it to check, nor did he pretend to refuse it politely, but just nodded slightly and said "Amitabha".

Several people turned to leave the hut, and their figures gradually disappeared into the forest, leaving two monks in the house, who were very different in age and generation.

The old monk was the first to speak:

"Why don't you open it and take a look?"

The little monk raised his originally lowered head, his eyes full of vicissitudes, "No need." ”

The old monk touched his head when he heard this, and muttered:

"That's right, I forgot the ability of my uncle and ancestor to predict the future."

The little monk, who was called his uncle by the old monk, still had a calm face, and after hesitating for a moment, he still opened the wooden box.

There is a rosary lying quietly in the box, the whole body is snow-white, the beads are round and jade, and it is polished by the best clams.

The old monk on the side saw the beads, his eyes lit up, although he was just an ordinary elder in the Hanjing Temple, but he had also seen some of the world, this string of seemingly ordinary Buddha beads was worth a thousand gold.

And the most precious thing is not the value, but the material. It is one of the seven treasures of Buddhism, not climbing, not attached, not flattering, made of Buddha beads, daily recitation and perseverance, can accumulate supreme merit.

Even if it is so precious, the young but amazingly young monk is still unmoved, this calm outsider may be extremely surprised, but in the eyes of the old monk who is already close to the age of sixties, it is very ordinary.

This monk, who seems to be a child, is actually a living Buddha in Gujing Temple.

The Living Buddha is said to be the reincarnation of the Heavenly Buddha, and the inheritance is extremely mysterious.

The Western Chi Tantric sect attaches the greatest importance to the inheritance of living Buddhas, and they send a large number of monks every year to find the reincarnated living Buddhas, and bring them back to the temple to raise them when they are still children.

The three existing reincarnated Buddhas in Xichi all came from this.

One of these three Buddhas, located in the capital city of Vizhenji Temple, is said to be the reincarnation of Virujana, or the Great Day Nyorai in the Central Plains, and is the most fundamental Buddha-figure of Tantra.

The other two are the reincarnations of the Buddha Lushena and the Medicine King Bodhisattva, both of which are located in the famous mountain temple.

As for the Central Plains Buddhism, it is just the opposite.

They are dependent on everything, so many reincarnated living Buddhas may never visit the temple once in their lifetime.

Because in the teachings of the Central Plains Interpretation, the reincarnation of the Buddha was originally aware of the suffering of the mortal world, and if he was brought into the temple as soon as he was born, he still stood in the air, and in the end it was still empty.

However, because of the vast resources of the Central Plains, even if you don't pay attention to it, there are still many living Buddhas.

There are still three of those who are alive today, except for one who gave up halfway.

One of them is the little monk in front of him who is said to be the reincarnation of Maitreya Buddha, and the other two are a woman in the northwest who calls herself "Door Truth Bodhisattva" and an old monk in the south who is over 90 years old.

As for Northern Turkistan and Eastern Han, neither of them believed in Buddhism, so there was only one living Buddha in each.

The old host of Gandeng Temple in Beitu passed away a year ago.

The one in Donghan, who is said to serve the imperial court, was listed as a guest, as for the real reincarnation of the Buddha, or the deception of the world, it is unknown.

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Besides, at present, this little monk who is only eleven or twelve years old, although he has a terrifying name on his head, he is not like other famous monks, wearing a brocade robe, holding a gold tin staff, and he doesn't even have a decent residence.

He entered the temple at the age of eight and was accepted as a disciple by the previous abbot, and he did not have much intersection with other monks in the temple on weekdays, except for the abbot and senior brother, few people had seen him.

After the old abbot passed away, the young monk named Huiming built a thatched hut in the woods outside the temple and devoted himself to studying Buddhism after chanting the Jizo Sutra.

As the new presiding officer, the senior brother didn't say anything, but only ordered the monks in the temple not to go and disturb him, as for the elder in front of him, who was comparable to the grandfather of the little monk, he was responsible for delivering the fasting meal.

The little monk Huiming is not a good talker, and this time he asked the old monk to pretend to be himself, because he knew that he was too young to be convincing.

……

"Uncle Shi, the Buddha said that the family does not lie, have we broken the vows today?"

The old monk changed the image of the elder who was kind and kind just now, and completely looked like a junior who humbly sought advice.

The little monk looked calm and replied gently:

"Saving people's lives is better than creating seventh-level floating slaughter, if you break the vows in order to save people, the Buddha will not blame."

The old monk's expression relaxed when he heard this, and he folded his hands and chanted a Buddha name.

He has been a monk for decades, but he still doesn't know the essentials, others chant sutras, he recites sutras, others do good deeds, and he also does good, but the master still says that he has no wisdom roots.

Later, the master passed away and burned out the relics, and he was extremely envious and often stared at the relics on the Buddha platform in a daze.

He knew that according to his understanding, he might not be able to cultivate relics in this life, so he took the initiative to take on the task of delivering food to his uncle, hoping to gain a sense of one or two from his uncle.

Shi Shuzu, who was still a child, looked at the wooden box on the table, and suddenly said:

"Juefa, I don't need this string of Buddhist beads, so I'll give it to you."

The old monk was stunned when he heard this, but still shook his head, "Thank you, Uncle Ancestor, the disciple can't ask for it." ”

"Why?"

"Because the heart will be disturbed." The old monk replied truthfully.

In the face of such precious Buddha beads, it is false to say that you are not impressed. But after decades of enlightenment, no matter how stupid you are, you can still realize a thing or two.

It is true that Buddha beads are precious and help to accumulate merits, but if you choose them for these reasons in the first place, you will undoubtedly be motivated by greed, putting the cart before the horse, and it will be difficult to achieve positive results in the end.

The little monk who heard the answer smiled for the first time, he looked at the old monk in front of him, his eyes revealed approval, like an elder looking at a junior, and said softly:

"Your master is right, you are indeed not good at wisdom, but you can make up for it with diligence."

It was the first time for the old monk to hear the other party praise others, you know, to get the praise of one of the only three living Buddhas in the Central Plains in front of him, it is more exciting than ten hundred Buddha beads.

"Uncle Xie praised."

The old monk bowed respectfully.

The little monk's face returned to calm and continued:

"If someone is destined to wait, then I don't need to stay here, before leaving, this string of Buddhist beads will be given to you."

As he spoke, he took off the beads in his hand and placed them on the table.

The old monk was shocked when he heard this, although he had already learned the news that this uncle was leaving in advance from the host, but he didn't expect it to be so soon, and what surprised him even more was the bracelet that the other party took off.

Although the material of this bracelet is not as precious as the clam in the box, it is left after the death of the previous abbot, that is, the relics of the little monk master.

Shocked, the old monk wanted to ask something, but when he looked up, he found that the small hut was empty. The little monk was nowhere to be found, leaving a string of red and translucent Buddha beads on the table.

The old monk was stunned and muttered:

"Uncle Xie's ancestor."

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